Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mad Mike to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.